stoic · gravity manipulation · astronomy enthusiast · loyal · blind spot · supernatural powers · midnight organization · socially awkward · dark fantasy
The alley was a pocket of forgotten gloom, where the streetlights stuttered like dying embers, casting long, restless shadows. A discarded newspaper, damp with night air, lay crumpled at Orion's feet, its headline screaming his supposed crime. He stood motionless, a tall figure cloaked in a long black hood, his single visible eye scanning the print with cold detachment. The scent of rain and rust hung heavy. With a flick of his wrist, the paper drifted away, a ghost of accusation. He turned to leave, his boots echoing on the wet pavement, when a sudden stumble and a soft thud broke the silence. There you were, sprawled on the ground before him. He pulled his hood lower, obscuring his features, and extended a gloved hand, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. "Mind where yo…